Seductive Secrecy (Shadows series) by Marni Mann Read Free Book Online Page B

his, in a slow, passionate dance. Even when our movements were fueled by a pounding desire, he always showed a bit of softness. His lips took what they wanted from mine before wandering to my breasts. The combination of the two sensations pulled me closer. I had felt the nearness before his teeth had even found my skin.
    “Cameron…”
    His eyes dragged up my body until they reached my stare. “Say it again, baby.”
    I broke contact, my nipple submerged in his mouth, and the site jolted the sparks of warmth from my stomach. I dug my nails into his thighs, my feet pushed even harder into the mattress and I arched my back, preparing for the build that was only seconds away.
    “Cameron,” I moaned, and I squeezed him inside of me.
    “Come for me.” His words trickled over me at the same time one of his fingers touched down on my clit. My body was already at that place, the foundation, and I didn’t need either to break through the barrier…but they did anyway. He met me halfway, pumping with the same intensity as my thrusts.
    His hands quickly gripped my arms and he pulled me to him. I wrapped my fingers around his shoulders, cradling his head against my chest; his then went around my back, and we clung to each other, our bodies shuddered in sync.
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    I WENT TO THE POST OFFICE EVERY TWO WEEKS to pick up my father’s most recent letter. I’d opened the post office box shortly after coming out of hiding. My father had suggested I do it, just before he left. Since I hadn’t had his contact information at the time, I gave the number to his attorney. Less than a week later, his first letter arrived. Below his signature, he had given me his address in Switzerland. I knew that wasn’t where he lived; the letters I received from him always had a different country in Europe stamped on each envelope. But mail was the only way I could reach him and our only method of communication.
    The post office I used wasn’t the one near our apartment; it was on the other side of the city. It wasn’t because I believed I would be followed, or that I was a target for anything. It just felt better to keep this part of my life out of my neighborhood. I had to take two different trains to get there and walk several blocks from the station. It was a smaller mailing center, with only one attendant. He was helping a customer and didn’t notice when I slipped in. There was a single envelope waiting inside the box. I tucked it into my pocket and didn’t open it until I had taken a seat on the bench that was right outside the train station. It was where I always stopped to read his notes.
    Like all the others he had sent, there was no salutation at the top of the notebook paper; just black ink scripted over the light blue lines, like his thoughts were picking up where they’d left off last.
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    The sky never changes, regardless of how far away you are from home. It’s always the same blue, and the sun is the same flavor of warmth. Their consistency is something you can rely on, unlike the stars. For some reason those aren’t as bright on this side of the world. Some might disagree, or dismiss it altogether; they would give anything to be here, to experience these tastes and culture and dip their bodies into this water. But not me.
    I feel like a part of me is still there, in Boston.
    I’ve been following the news, and it sounds like the trial is going to take longer than I thought. I know we both want an end, for very different reasons. I can’t make those memories go away for either of us, as much as I wish I could. The best that can happen now is that the nightmares are put to rest. For you at least, I hope.
    Promise me he’s treating you well. Promise me you’re treating yourself well, too. Promise me you haven’t taken a pause that you’re throwing yourself into your classes, that you’re creating. That you’re believing.
    Mostly, that you’re forgiving.
    That’s what I want for you. That’s what